another one
hooyo macaan
my sweet mother
his sobs got caught
as his knees bleed
from the harsh pavement
hands up
he shook as if
his body was an earthquake
to kill or to be killed
to be or not to be
every story
must have an ending
and every man
will eventually be faced with
death
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